I love the imaginations of youngsters. Earlier today during a visit by two of our grandkids and their parents our oldest grandson Thomas was in the backyard playing in our tiny redwood grove and yelled, “I’m fighting some alien tree monsters! A little help?”
I’m not sure which sentence I found funnier. I loved them both.
I’m pretty sure the little big guy won the battle with the alien tree monsters. Then again, it might pay to keep an eye on him to ensure he doesn’t start sprouting bark, roots, and branches.